This morning, I bravely marched into McDonald's with my three Tamariki, ready to conquer lunch. We entrusted our fate to the almighty "Tellport" ordering machine, you know, that emotionless robot that makes you feel like you're applying for a loan instead of ordering nuggets.
The receipt said one thing, but our actual meals. Well, they came with a surprise twist. Hash browns? Apple slices? Apparently, those are mythical items now, replaced silently with chips, as if we wouldn't notice.
The dining area? Imagine a CSI crime scene, but with ketchup stains. Every single table was dirty. We even asked for a cloth, because clearly BYO wet wipes are the new policy. To add to the mystery, there were only nine other souls inside and two cars in drive thru. Not exactly the lunchtime rush of the century.
In conclusion: dining here feels like spinning a roulette wheel. you never know what you're going to get, but odds are it won't be clean or correct. Sadly, we'll be taking our chances elsewhere. read more